The past two days have seemed more like a single long day of traveling to me – I flew Continental from Toronto to Newark, and then from Newark to Paris through the night. The flights were uneventful, but they could have been eventful. When I got to Pearson airport (in Toronto) the lady at the counter told me that the flight from Toronto to Newark was delayed and that I would most likely miss my flight to Paris. I had two choices; get comped a hotel in Toronto, or fly to Newark to get a hotel comped there. I figured that since it looked like I had a good 10 minutes to get to my Paris flight once I got to Newark, I’d take my chances. At any rate, the lady at the counter called me up a while later and mentioned that she had to change my seat; she bumped me to first class so that I could be the first one out the door (well, I was the second – there was a guy flying to Birmingham, England whose flight left 10 minutes before mine did, though his gate was much closer than mine).

At any rate, once I got to Newark I bolted for my connecting flight. Unfortunately, it was way far away from my terminus of arrival (so to speak). Fortunately, I am way speedy, and I got there just as the last travelers were boarding the plane. Not to mention that Continental has some sort of system where your luggage somehow manages to get on your plane if you yourself get on it, and stay at the airport if you don’t, so my luggage arrived safely in Paris (and so did I).

Once in France I took the metro to the Gare de Lyon in central Paris, and then a four hour train ride on the TGV to Clermont-Ferrand. What’s strange is that I somehow managed to bump into Alex, a student who had completed an exchange at the University of South Carolina last year, on the train, which is bizarre considering he’s one of very few people that I actually know in France, and the only one who I have had any contact with during the past decade. So when we arrived in town at about 6:00 PM he walked with me to the school and I managed to find my temporary lodging; I don’t know how I could have managed that without his help before everyone went home for the night. The streets here are narrow and cranky and quaint (typically French).

I am staying temporarily at the Couvent de Bon Pasteur, an old convent from the 1600s that has recently been turned into a residence of sorts for certain types of students (including those who have just arrived on exchange). It’s a very cool place – I love locations with such history behind them. This morning at breakfast (which is provided free to residents) I met a sister at the convent who has lived there (for the most part) since 1941. Pretty amazing.

Afterwards some German students and I went out for dinner (pizza) and beer (1648), and I fell asleep at about 11:00, which is good considering it’s a step in the right direction toward eliminating jet lag. Today I went to the school and started getting my courses sorted out.

I must say that I am quite lonely and miss my family quite a bit, but I won’t complain about that too much here – suffice to say that I will be glad when they come to stay with me after I find a permanent residence and Amelia gets her American passport. It’s amazing how things change when you have a family and a home that you love; I can sort of understand how the soldiers in Iraq must feel, though of course their situation is much worse than my own as at least my life isn’t endangered every day that I am here. Nonetheless, it makes me appreciate what I have very much.

yesterday our offer was accepted on a cottage on Paudash Lake (the same lake that my parents’ cottage is on, but in a different bay – it’s about a 15 minute drive by car or by boat). For those not familiar with the area, Paudash Lake is in the Haliburton Highlands region of Ontario, located near the town of Bancroft. If all goes well we will be closing on the property on October 7th. I won’t be here of course – I’ll be in France. But it will be nice to know that the place will be here for us when we get back.

we are very excited about this – in my opinion, cottage life in northern Ontario in the summer and fall is pretty close to paradise. My parents live at their cottage full time, and who knows, in the future we might want to retire here as well – though Ontario winters can get pretty chilly to say the least. Regardless, this is a very long term investment!

here are a few pictures of the place – note that all the furniture and water toys are theirs and not ours!

here is a picture of Callum and Amelia taken this afternoon at my parents’ place. Callum (who needs a haircut, I know) is saying “cheeeeese!” which he does now whenever he sees a camera (regardless of whether or not his picture is currently being taken with it). Amelia is 7 weeks old today and very healthy (aka chubby).

we’re back in Ontario, at my family’s cottage on Paudash Lake – we will be here until the end of this month, at which point I’ll be heading off to France for school. The rest of the family will follow soon afterward.

it has been very hot here – quite uncharacteristic of a northern Ontario summer. The cottage doesn’t have any air conditioning (we don’t usually need it) which has made it somewhat uncomfortable during the heat wave that has taken place during the past few weeks – lately I have been taking frequent dips in the lake – but this is more than offset by the fact that it is truly great to be back up north and with with my family again. My mother has been extremely helpful with the new baby. Plus, Callum is very happy – he gets to play outside more than he was able to in Texas. We have taken him to the Paudash Lake beach several times, and he really seems to enjoy that.

Amelia is healthy and growing – she weighs well over ten pounds now. She is a couple of days over a month old. Lately she has shared a few smiles with us, though mostly she prefers to eat and sleep (in that order).

that’s all for now. We’ll be taking a trip to the (relative) metropolis of Peterborough early tomorrow morning to run a few errands – it’s an hour away by car – so time to sleep.